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s2309Title: Shelter From The Storm
Characters (Pairings): Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Elizabeth)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 X 3
Spoilers: Minor for Pilot (S01E01)
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin’s brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Elizabeth watches Peter watch her. Neal lies.
Author’s Note: So this took a while.
This was written for the prompt Leather over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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This may not make enough sense as a standalone.
Part 3 - Inside I'm Such A Mess
Peter draws the velvet curtains aside, lies down next to his wife and waits for her to wake up.
Elizabeth’s eyelids scrunch up in disgust at the sunlight. Her lips shift into a slight frown.
Slowly, she cracks her eyes open and squints at him.
Peter’s face shifts to accommodate a smile. His throat, however, feels like it’s been attacked by a sanding block that should have been used on leather.
“Hi, hon,” he whispers. His voice creaks like a rotten gate.
She laughs under her breath.
He exhales.
This woman loves him. No matter what.
Neal slowly becomes insignificant.
Elizabeth props herself up on an elbow.
Her husband is like full grain leather. He’s not the most perfect, but he’s strong. He’ll last. He’ll make sure that they last.
She watches him watch her.
His eyes are serious and soft. His smile fills his face and spills over into the air. She can feel it. It’s big and honest and hers.
The sunlight is too bright for her eyes.
She could get up, but she doesn’t want to. She shifts closer to him so that he’s blocking the light.
Neal Caffrey won’t be able to rip leather into threads.
Neal Caffrey feels like leather that has been split one too many times.
He’s done the math over and over, and the numbers are still glaringly insufficient.
There aren’t enough ways to lie without getting caught.
Running has become a seriously viable option.
The only other way he can see is to lie frugally. But that involves telling more truth than he’s told Mozzie.
He takes option two.
He can tell that he’s kidding himself, that it won’t work for even one day, that he’ll have to lie more often than breathe.
But he needs the lie. It’s his lifeline.
Characters (Pairings): Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey (Peter/Elizabeth)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 X 3
Spoilers: Minor for Pilot (S01E01)
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin’s brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Elizabeth watches Peter watch her. Neal lies.
Author’s Note: So this took a while.
This was written for the prompt Leather over at
whitecollar100This may not make enough sense as a standalone.
Part 3 - Inside I'm Such A Mess
Peter draws the velvet curtains aside, lies down next to his wife and waits for her to wake up.
Elizabeth’s eyelids scrunch up in disgust at the sunlight. Her lips shift into a slight frown.
Slowly, she cracks her eyes open and squints at him.
Peter’s face shifts to accommodate a smile. His throat, however, feels like it’s been attacked by a sanding block that should have been used on leather.
“Hi, hon,” he whispers. His voice creaks like a rotten gate.
She laughs under her breath.
He exhales.
This woman loves him. No matter what.
Neal slowly becomes insignificant.
-:-
Elizabeth props herself up on an elbow.
Her husband is like full grain leather. He’s not the most perfect, but he’s strong. He’ll last. He’ll make sure that they last.
She watches him watch her.
His eyes are serious and soft. His smile fills his face and spills over into the air. She can feel it. It’s big and honest and hers.
The sunlight is too bright for her eyes.
She could get up, but she doesn’t want to. She shifts closer to him so that he’s blocking the light.
Neal Caffrey won’t be able to rip leather into threads.
-:-
Neal Caffrey feels like leather that has been split one too many times.
He’s done the math over and over, and the numbers are still glaringly insufficient.
There aren’t enough ways to lie without getting caught.
Running has become a seriously viable option.
The only other way he can see is to lie frugally. But that involves telling more truth than he’s told Mozzie.
He takes option two.
He can tell that he’s kidding himself, that it won’t work for even one day, that he’ll have to lie more often than breathe.
But he needs the lie. It’s his lifeline.
